With his other hand, Andrew reached behind the bar and pulled out a black handgun.

Rachel gasped. "Mr. Lloyd, that's…"

Andrew replied calmly, "Oldest trick in the book. Posing as a bartender while hiding a weapon. It's meant for sneak attacks, a standard setup in places crawling with organized crime. Pretty boring, honestly."

He clicked his tongue and casually ejected the magazine. By now, the clubgoers had begun to notice the commotion.

Not even the pounding music could drown out the te